บททั้งหมดของ Bloodborne Secrets: บทที่ 71 - บทที่ 80

Emily Screams shred over me in the darkness. Tatiana’s ragged voice rising above the scrabble of male voices taking her away. The sound of wholesale destruction rises until I think my skull will shatter under the weight of it.It’s a dream, I tell myself through gritted teeth. You’re having a dream.But no matter how hard I try, I can’t force myself awake. I’m stuck here in this terrible limbo, knowing I’m trapped in a vision but unable to wrench myself free.The chaos beyond my hiding spot peaks, then falls into a sickening echo that reverberates through my bones. The air around me has gone still, but the dreadful cacophony rips at me from the inside.Moving on their own through the dark, my fingers find the lever to swing the door open again. I’ve been here before, so I’m unafraid of what will happen if I’m taken. All the same, I have to steel myself against the sight I know is waiting for me.

Emily Dinner is delicious. In fact, everything about this place is perfect. For the first time in months, I feel like I can breathe again.So why can’t I seem to relax?Who am I kidding? I know exactly why.No matter what I do, Serena always seems to be watching me. Laughing just a little too loud at my comments, or complimenting my table manners, outfit, you name it. Basically, just being a touch too friendly.I suppose I should be grateful for friends right now, but I can’t help being leery. If there’s one thing I’ve learned by moving in these supernatural circles, it’s not to take anything at face value. That, and to trust my gut. If it says something’s up, nine times out of ten there are things moving behind the scenes that everyone is trying to keep from me.As soon as the plates are cleared, I’m on my feet, shooting silent signals to Azriel and Thomas with my eyes. They’re too preoccupied com

Leander If I squint my eyes just right, the fire in the grate could almost be the one back home. The ornate European stonework is far more elaborate than the cavernous mouth of my own hearth. But the crackle of pine lulls me the same way it would beside my own overstuffed chair.At least I’m not looking at its partner. That well-worn armchair with the upholstery worn thin from the way Tatiana used to throw her legs over the side. It’s stood empty since she was taken from me, but I’ve let it stand sentinel next to mine for centuries. A living testament to the woman, who by every right, should sit at my side on the long winter evenings.“Shit.” Raising my glass, I let a warming slosh of fine whiskey wash the misery down my throat. Numbing it in my belly with all the other buried sorrows.I have to be careful thinking like this. Especially with that girl tucked away in her bed somewhere in this palace. She’s nursing misfort

Emily You know what? I can’t let it go that easily.Whatever just happened between Leander and I—almost happened—it’s too powerful for me to just let it drop and go about my day.More importantly, I can’t let him drown it in scotch and pretend it didn’t happen. Because I know he felt it every bit as strongly as I did. Judging by the look in his eyes, maybe even more.If Thomas and Azriel left me in his care so we could get to know each other better, then this is the first step. Talking through whatever complicated bullshit we’ve got, and trying to learn not only who we are to each other, but who we’re supposed to be.“Hang on,” I call after him down the hall. He doesn’t even break his stride.Fucking men.“I said wait!” Jogging after him, I catch up just before he rounds the corner. “We’re not done talking.”“Yes we are,” he says gruffly, not looking at me.“Not a chance.” I’m

Emily I’ve been rattled ever since my jarring encounter with Leander. The fact that just touching him could send me reeling back in time, and the fact that he evidently experienced it through me, is haunting.Perhaps it’s not surprising that he’s been avoiding me. Still watching from the shadows with that peculiar intensity of his, but hanging back by a country mile to avoid physical contact.Which comes with a mixture of disappointment and relief. I truly do feel like we should get to know each other better. Especially given what happened. I’m just not sure either of us has the fortitude to face another whiplash event like that.What I really need is somebody I can spill all my complicated feelings out to. The impulse manifests as a dull thrum in the pit of my stomach. Virtually the same silvery pull I feel whenever Azriel is away, but magnified. Thankfully, I don’t get the pinching sensation I do when he’s in